Month: July 2024

Impeder Inchy: Tuesday 30th July 2024

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MISSED OF FROM YESTERDAY
The first shot was taken, and n20-minutes later, I took two of the soon-to-disappear suns.

Then the vegetarian nosh
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I had more troubles today. The one thing that really got to me was my inventiveness in clearing out all the unwanted files to save memory on the computer. It is currently at 96.31%. Now, I’ve lost all the WordPress photos, old and new!  
Luckily I’d created and put the WordPress intro graphics on CorelDraw for today. I searched the Windows bin, but they were not in there at all! Amidst phone calls from the optician, Dentist, Sister Jane, the two nurses and INR DVT nurse Kristina called to take blood and check the ulcers.

Then Warden Dean phoned to clarify the situation with the Nottingham City Homes plumber arriving to sort the showerhead out. That was interesting. The hose thingy had been put in without a washer on it by Caring Carer Chris, bless him. The new just-bought showerhead would not work in a block of flats. So he took the new showerhead away with him as he went down to get an old one from his van that he’d taken out of someone’s bathroom earlier and fitted that one. It was too late and I was too tired to do any ablutions tonight, I’ll do them in the morning… if I wake up in time.

Then the audio clinic called. Then the intercom went, and a kind tenant down in the reception had found an Amazon parcel which had been opened and three-quarters of the content stolen. I rang Deana, and she came up and fetched the box of four sprays originally, but now just the one cleaner… that I had not ordered anyway, and some git had stolen three of them.

The plumber helped me to try and reset the computer before I cocked up and got rid of the WordPress stuff. Of course, the files not being there, and CorelDraw cannot open the blog pages now for access. A fifth day on the trot of horrendously crap luck.
It’s not finished yet.
Well pissed off, and the sulks and depression were brewing.
I put the new Kodak strap over my head that Caring Carer Chris had fitted for me to take some sky shots, which I did. Then the strap fell off of the camera, and I dropped it on the floor.
I picked up the camera and bits of strapping and put them on the bedtable to show Chris if he calls later. I straightened the bedspread and hit my head on the bedstead. It wasn’t on the bedstead; it was on the fall bar, but that didn’t rhyme. Haha!

So, I may have to miss a few of the usual blogs while I catch up and sort out what other mistakes I’ve made.
I will try to keep writing an ode for a while, but with the medical appointments and household calamities to sort out, I love writing my odes as well. I don’t want to upset my multitudinous flock, hoard, and worldwide fans. I apologise to both of you.

Sorted the pouch emptying and straightened the bedspread.

Of to the wet room.

The food order arrived.
All filled.
Carer Kara phoned about the shower and called the Doctor again for advice.
The morning clouds

All three nurses came at the same time. Hristina said she would tell the Warden about my earache and the shower problem, bless them they were so kind, as was Kara.

The computer gaff had me down in spirits and self-hating.


Bottom field below the tree copse,
The wee-wee kept coming.

I spotted the press-on cup hooks looking a little weathered. I took them off and cleaned them and the under-counter part.

Carer Chris called; he noticed a lot of fluffy bits in the wee again.

Still warm and light.

An hour later.
Close shot of the sun.

Shelled some podded garden peas.
Potato rounds in the oven.
Chicken thighs out of the oven… yes, meat tonight!
Sliced some tomatoes.
Finished blogging. I’m very uptight with myself still.
Back in the morning.
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I made the meal; I know this because I nodded off for an hour and woke up to see it spread all over the floor.
Not one of my best days, by any means.

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Cheers!

Impassionate Inchy: Monday 29th July 2024

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A three-pronged attack last night. There were other ailments, such as , with a few rattlings from stirred me a few times. But the masters of mayhem last night were and  I was grumpy, irritable and grouchy. A bit of a cantankerous curmudgeon. Later, I had my longest-ever Seizure. I must have been working on the blog cause work had been done that I couldn’t remember doing. When I returned to the moment, the computer had crashed, well frozen. How, when and why? Not the foggiest. 
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04:00hrs; Reluctantly, I had to get up to attend the Porcelain Throne. With the last five days being controlled by a stubborn Constipation Conrad, I was in no rush to get there. I removed and emptied the nocturnal pouch. The contents were dark, but have been far worse. I put the kettle on and meandered to the wet room. 
Another painful affair, but with Tiffany and Erasmus hitting me, the pain of the slow, expanding things and getting stuck a few times during the evacuation didn’t bother me as much as it should have.  I completed the task eventually, then went to get some pain relief for the ear and teeth. The tooth tincture spray, a Codeine, and I flushed the left ear and olive oil both.

I was in the kitchen making a brew of Glengettie, and Carer Richard arrived. Not in a good mood. I think his legs were giving the lad a lot of bother. He cheered a little before he departed.

THE MASSIVE BLANK BEGAN.
I knew I was on the computer, but just messed about doing different things and no progress was made in these lost hours.
Carer arrived. I was not fully with it yet. Medications and I recall her looking at the showerhead that would not work. Then I was at the door saying farewell to her…
Back to the computer, and was pleased with tthe ode making. Then, back into another blank… or I fell asleep. When I came round or woke up, I tried to write on the blog, but it wasn’t having it, then the blue screen of death appeared. I turned it off, and feeling [erky but angry with myself, I de-scabbed some potatoes to have later; having closed down the computer, fully expecting it not to come back on, my oral was at its lowest.
A good job. I took a few photos, some of which I’ve no recollection of taking. But I do recall going onto the balcony to take it. My once beloved tree copse, with the gravel pathway up to the park. I can’t even walk up it nowadays, let alone through the copse. I shut up on that subject; I’ll only depress myself. These dwellings on the left are behind the copse.
This is the result of a day pouch emptying session. There were bits floating in it, bits that resembled thin bits of cotton wool. Bits of my prostate. I presume that the Finasteride has been killing me off for the past 18 months since the Specialist told the Doctor to put me on it… for 4 weeks! But I suspect that I got it all wrong and mixed up. I’m jolly-well good at doing that… along with forgetting things and coping with toothache & earache while the other ailments carry on as if nothing new has happened. No, I’m not sure what the heck I’m talking about, either. An old photo here on the right had my moustache on. Hehe!
Made the second and last m ug of tea permitted. I’m just not with it today.
Now these snaps, again from the balcony. You can tell the sun has got through at last.
I took several shots, so I could see the flying duck.
I hope you can see it and it isn’t me losing the plot again.

BLANK NUMBER TWO
I’m sure I was in the kitchenette, washing the cup. I thhink I was musing on whether to have an early meal or not. What seemed like five minutes later, I was in the junk room sorting stuff out when I returned to reality. Not knowing what I was intending to do, I think I’d moved a load of stuff from the corner and into the middle of the room. Gawd knows why? I moved it back into the corner. A depression was forming, my teeth were hurting, and I felt pissed off about not getting any help over the showerhead problem. A good downer this one is.
I was hobbling from room to room, doing nothing in any of them. I went out onto the sunny balcony again to take this photo of the end car park. Then, I sprayed some of the toothache stuff on the teeth and took a painkiller again. It might be these that are causing my out-of-its?
The toothache is getting worse now as I get tired. The spray is doing nothing to help like it did earlier on. Or did, is it?

I’ll get the potatoes on, turn off the computer, and take yet another painkiller, Codeine. Might be back in the morning, or even later tonight if the toothache wakes me again. Cheers!
Oh, Nurse Hristina just phoned; she is calling in the morning to take the blood for the Warfarin INR level test. Bless her!

Cock-up.
Got in a muddle – Super-Seizure, messed things up.
Sorry.

Infinitesimal Inchy: Sunday 28th July 2024

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The old showerhead is breaking, and the new one is not working. I left the hot water tap running cold again. My eyes fade far too early in the day, and I have double vision, with shadows on the letters and words on the computer as and after typing.
and giving me some stick and occasionally failing. And pains. bleeding. Even a  … 
All took second place in the agony stakes today, to  and the new ailments on the block! My concentration was almost nonexistent at times. Both came in waves, eased off a little, and then returned, not at the same time, of course. They cunningly made sure that extra discomfort of some kind from one or the other was omnipresent. Even stinging away at me was almost acceptable! Naturally this happens when there is no one to call for help at the weekend.
I’d forgotten how many painkillers I’ve taken – and am about to take even more. Excuse me…
I’ve just taken the last of the liquid Codeine. When that wears off, I think what I’ll do is in the hands of the Gods. I’ve sprayed water in the left earhole three times today, but it is not getting any worse at the moment, at least. I keep putting in the olive oils regularly, too. I’m looking on the bright side!

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04:10hrs: I disconnected the side-saddle nocturnal catheter pouch. (Later on, Carer Kim said it was a 6 on the NHS colour card)
Within minutes of rising from my much-needed but short slumber, both & kicked off.
I hobbled to the wet room to see if the shower had started working. Huh! Beep-beep-beep! Water supply, “Turn off & reset” Another bother: I’ll have to ask the Caregiver in the morning to phone or get Warden Deana to phone about the shower, then phone the dentist, then phone the Audio Clinic and Doctor about the earache. I have a distinct feeling this week is going to be… well, not a good one, possibly a swine!
I went to the kitchenette to put the kettle on to have warm water available for self-ear watering and took a photo of the view. Later, I found this one on the right, on the SD card. I can’t understand why I took it.
Then I did left and right Kodaking of the wonderful light sky and beautiful clouds on offer.

I decided to take some solvable over-the-counter painkillers, spray the tooth pain-killer in the mouth and did the first ear flushing of the day. Over the day, I did five flushing of the left ear, which seemed to help a little. I also used the toothache spray six times and took painkillers.
I took the first macro photo, and I was pleased with taking this pain spray picture on the left later in the day. I got on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. It was farcical, as the pain from the toothache kept on and on. Concentrating was impossible, but I pressed on. The mind-blanks were not helping things in the slightest. Carer Kim arrived and saw straight away the state I was in. I just waffled on, not sure what to say. I was in the middle of suffering a mind blank at the time she arrived. I think she looked at the showerhead. She was certainly caring and concerned about me.
I offered nibbles and a drink in thanks. I got the photos mixed up earlier; this is the one taken in the morning. I fear there may be other errors in this blog.
Also I refilled the Carers & Nurses nibble box earlier and missed it off or got it mixed up in my muddles, pain-filled head.
Sorry.
I think I took this one later, with the first cloud shots way above.
The kids and family play area in Woodthorpe Grange Park. There was no mudslide today, and there has been no rain for ages! I have been working on the blog for hours but am not really aware of doing it at the time. Pain distorts one’s brain. How I got the photos out of sync and order, I don’t know. I do, really, but I am trying to avoid feeling sorry for myself. Hehehe!
These cloud shots I think I took from the balcony, but I most likely didn’t. I should have said I don’t know where I took these shots. The pain is getting bad now. The toothache is much worse than the earache. I kept dosing myself; I’m not sure I had any choice in the matter, really. Arrgh! Twice!
Carer Ali came. He wanted to call for an ambulance or at least 111. Bless him.
At least the ankle and legs were much better. Or is it because the toothache is worse? Tsk!
It’s mid-afternoon now, and I’ve got some potatoes in the oven. If one cooks them slowly and for longer, the potato flesh is much softer and edible. Hopefully, it’s less painful to eat, too. I said mid-afternoon, but I just looked at the clock, 19:00 hrs gone!

I better get the potatoes and find something soft to have with them. I’ll dollop a load of no-butter butter in them; that might help—or not, knowing my luck!
Back in the morning… He says!
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Carer Richard called. In a rush. My earache was a little better. The Toothache was not!
I couldn’t eat the pastry; it was too hard. But the soya and gravy were alright if I ate carefully. The lemon non-dairy pot of whatever it was called was okay.
This is a poor evening shot. No, not so. By now, it was a morning shot taken after washing the pots, pans, plate, and tray and putting some more tooth spray in my mouth. 

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THE PRISONER
The captive looks out at the world beyond his cell, erm, flat, and also beyond his capabilities to get out into. 
He can recall the past from his still semi-active long-term memory.
Marathon running, playing squash, boxing, and both of his sexual contact experiences, in great detail, actions, emotions and failures. 
What is his short-term memory? He’s wondering why he went out onto the balcony. He can clearly see His Majesties Prison Nottingham from his balcony, where the criminals are fed for free. There are no worries over doing the laundry, paying rent, or paying for the electricity. They are fed three times a day at no cost to them. Free computer access! A medical nurse is in attendance 24/7. There is a dentist, too. There are no caregivers’ bills for them. If they get tooth and earache at the same time, they will be tended to. Inchy won’t, he has to wait until Monday, then hope a friendly carer calls who will phone the dentist and doctor for him. If their showerhead stops working, they can use the one next to it and get the other repaired in less than the eight days Inchy has waited. (Up until now). and will not have to pay either; Inchy does!  Inchy doubts if they would have to wait the three years he has to to get his Glaucoma lasering done. (Up to now). Inchy had been referred to a specialist to investigate both of his cartilages, it’s been nearly a year ago now. Would the prisoners, murderers, child molesters, drug gang members, etc., have to wait so long? Inchy doubts it. Then again, he doubts his very sanity, logicality, longevity, and practicality. 
He gets more dithery, edgy, jittery, uptight, jumpy, nervy, wobbly, unstable, vacillating, doubtful, and tentative, which brings us back to his dithering. His hazey-maze of hesitation, indecisiveness, humming and hawing, equivocation. Not that it matters; he’s incapable of remembering. Only this morning, he once again left the hot water tap running!
And his ankle feels like there are worms inside, burrowing!
He’s forever worrying over everything and nothing.
I don’t know why he does this chronicling.

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Impalpable Inchy: Saturday 27th July 2024

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A bloody day today at times. Shaving and later on in the catheter bag. I immediately started gulping water for an hour or so non-stop, and the urine was back on an NHS scale of 4. Which took away the hassle of calling an ambulance. For example, I had to call one after a tumble last time. I lay there on the floor for over four hours and eventually, agonisingly, got back up. Just as well, cause no ambulance arrived. But my back, which I’d fallen on, pained me for over two weeks afterwards. Thank heavens, I’d got a few doses of morphine vials in the medical drawer to use. But the other parts of the day went well… again! Well, no, that’s a fib. I had computer trouble again, caused by my inability to find files yet again! Still, I’m not moaning. Yes, I am. Aren’t I?
Of course, it’s early enough, 14:20hrs, for anything to kick off for yet a while. Hehehe!
I got the new camera going. With assistance from Carer Chris. I took some shots and will display them on this blog
is having a good time belting lightning up my right leg all day up to now, but not frequently, just now and then. That is enough. Thank you very much. The Cartilage gals Chloe and Carole have done a fair share of giving way. But my cunningly being sat down at the computer for so long limited their opportunities. Har-Har!
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I woke around 04:00hrs, forced myself out of bed, and sat in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, to take off the nocturnal catheter pouch, and nodded off back into the land of nod. I woke 2-hours later and took off the catheter bag. The urine was a 6 on the NHS scale colour card checklist. So I had a good swig of soda water. 

Well, it’s been the usual extended sit on the Porcelain Throne, waiting for, urging the evacuation to continue from its peaking out point, which was stretching things painfully. 21 cracks on the ceiling, one crossword clue solved, and ten minutes later, the evacuating product began to move.

It had crawled slowly out and plonked into the water for two or three more minutes. The relief was tempered somewhat by the flow of blood all over from the bleeding of Harold’s Haemorrhoids. This caught me out cause for three days now, I’ve had concrete torpedo-type evacuations without losing the red stuff. On a quick look before the three chain pulls to clear the porcelain, I realised the torpedo had broken into grenade-like clumps. I was hobbling a little differently, awkwardly, for a while after that.

The shaving caused another slight loss of blood. People say things happen in threes, so I wonder what the next vampire experience might be.

As I was placing the sorted-out waste bag bins near the front door, carer Christopher arrived.
He asked if the showerhead had been delivered, and after I showed him, he set to fitting it for me.
I got the Friday blog finished and posted off, then turned my attention to the new Kodak camera, and using it for the first time. I used the other Kodak to take photos of the new one.

I tried using the Macro to take the bottle of Loyd sauce. But I’d damned if I can find how I for to turn it on again, now. Grrr! Talk about short-term memory loss! 
Then in the scene shot option, the sky from the kitchenette.
Carer Chris returned a while later and attached the around-the-neck strap for me. He couldn’t find the Macro option either, and neither of us could read the instruction booklet.
Tried again to get some decent photos with the new Kodak.

I snapped several roads, Closes etc. on view, from the kitchenette window. Left and right. It’s getting late now, and as usual the eyes are getting worse, mistier, foggier and the letters and words as I type are slowly developing shadows on them.
It’s the same every day. At least, for some reason, it started a little later today.
I hope they will be clearer to me in the morning. Otherwise, all that money spent on the new Kodak will grind with me. 

I’m struggling to see even more now, but at least if this shot of the kitchen sky is not good, I won’t know if it is or isn’t… and what am I talking about here?
Later, I tried another shot of the clouds, which still looked beautiful to me until I saw them in the taken photographicalisation.
I’ll put the quiz answer on.

I did not do well on this one at all.

Carer Israel did the early evening call. I gave him a cold can of orange-flavoured Lucozade from the fridge and a bar of cold chocolate. He seemed happy with the gesture, which cheered me up a smidgeon. 
Gawd, the eyes are getting bad now. 

I prepped, made, served up and ate the meal with a certain relish, not a sauce, I enjoyed this one.
This is a soup of sorts, a chilli soup with boiled and cut-up potatoes added. Milk Roll bread soaks up the juices. It’s very nice.
The cleaning up after eating was a bugger, though. Hehe!
However, during this process, I took a Kodak Two shot of the night sky. A 
Pareidolianist delight!
A giant beast or fish scooping up the black clouds? With sand from the seabed disturbed? Well, that’s what I saw. Hehe!
Carer Israel arrived and gave me an extra permitted painkiller because despite enjoying the meal, I’ve now got angry with myself.
In a word… Arrgh!

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TTFN to you all!

Incurable Inchy: Friday 26th July 2024 – A Mass of Annoying Whoopsies

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Last night’s sleep was full of intrusions. Dozens of them! I spent the night waking up with a jump and, amazingly, swearing and falling rapidly back into slumber. Occasionally, pain from ‘s  Ankle Ulcer got in on the act. Fair enough, I try not to have any favourite ailments. Hehe! … Unfortunately, the Sherida Shocks didn’t know when to stop today. I think they are connected partly to having my stroke . I signed onto the healthunlocked.com site, and sometimes, well, very often, others say of their electric shocks. The American ones have specialists and many varied treatments received. All I got from the NHS, was when they diagnosed it; ‘It will only get worse with time, the is nothing we can do to repair dying neurotransmitters’ the nwent home and looked up what they were on the laptop.
However, I did not suffer with them then. Since the Diabetes took a stronger hold of me, so did .
So, not a restful night. Humph!
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Not a lot of writing today. You’ll see why later. Huh!
Yet another too-deep colour for the nocturnal catheter pouch to be recorded.

The one good thing about the Porcelain Throne evacuation was that for the… wait for it, 15 minutes spent waiting for the motion to start, plus the 9 minutes of agony it took to force it along, I didn’t have a single shock from .
However, for the first time in three days, poor old bled this time.
So, I got the extremities cleaned and medicated next. Olive oiled the ears, tooth tinctured the teeth, Barrier creamed my underarm, and man-breasts rashes. Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis, Cartilages Chloe and Carol. Got the eye drops in, I could not reach to treat the ingrowing toenails, but Carer Christopher did them for me later on, bless him. Then, as carefully as I could, I started shaving. A lot of blood was coming from the right earhole tab; I had to pour some Brut over it to find where it was coming from.   Instantly, I found it… it stung a bit. It turned out to be a massive, gigantic wound about the size of half that of a small pinhead.  Hehe!

Carer Kara came. She was in a rush; she was doing a double. Medicated me, barrier creamed all my red spots. ♥ We spoke about something on the computer, but I can’t remember what else due to my going into a Seizure of some sort; I assume Kara thought I’d nodded off. Or it may have come on after Kara had left? Hahaha!
Later, Carer Chris arrived.
I was sorting out the Low-Cost Food Shop order that was delivered last night, and I’d forgotten about respite walking around the boxes all morning and last night. Fool!
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
My annoyance was more annoyanced than ever before! How I did it, I don’t know… but the word list I had to create again after losing the original to the ether just couldn’t be found! I committed myself to do nothing else at all until I found it.
No doubt at all; I also lost the page on the notepad where I had the noddle for once to write down the name of the file and where I’d stored it last afternoon; it brought shame, misery and depression I could have done without. And the time that it cost me! I searched everywhere to try and find that notepad page. No luck, of course. I then search through all the Word. docs on the control panel.
I was getting more upset and self-lambing and was on the verge of giving up and doing something silly. After three hours, to me, it was so important to find it to do today’s blog with I was tempted to start drinking again. Instead, I meandered depressedly into the kitchen and took two shots of the sky views.
The beauty of the clouds took my mind off of my worries for a few minutes. Then, I searched each room again for the note page. No chance, of course. Then took more snaps.
Back on the computer, as I started another search in the hope that I’d missed them, with my eyes getting foggy and double vision – I had an epiphany!
At the same time, an inner self-anger rose up!
Twit! Dumbo! Imbecile! Idiot!
Bird-brain! Featherhead! Stupid-Clot!
Doofuss! Nerk! Knuckle-dragger!
I suddenly realised that I’d saved it in Notepad!
My self-esteem was low enough before…
ARGH!!!
Giving up seems like an idea at this moment!.

I shelled some more, the last of the fresh garden peas ready to use later. I’ve spent so much time searching for ~ Words I’d lost but hadn’t, I just forgot where I’d stored them—that Chris did his evening call already!
If I ever catch up on this blog, I’ll look forward to this feast. Or will I? I’m feeling low.
Chris took these Kodak snaps of my poor old legs for me.
The ankle ulcer does not look like it is going to erupt, but the base has gone all around the lower leg, so we’ll see what happens. Along with the shocks it sends up the leg, it has now started itching like mad. Oddly, for the first time, the lower arms are the same. Beats me?
I’ve waffled more than I planned to, but I will be on this blog for hours yet. Might have to pack up, but I can’t sleep cause the replacement showerhead is due at 22:00hrs. I’ll check the tracker again; hang on… Yes, it’ll be ten before it gets here.

I’ll make some nosh. But I dare not not fall asleep before the showerhead arrives, and I am so tired. I’ll not be back on tonight.
I do fear missing hearing the intercom when the delivery arrives. Oh, dear. It’s back to near normal for me today!

The showerhead and batteries arrived at about 21:40hrs.
Carer Chris will fit it for me in the morning.

I got the belated nosh at last.
This is me, feet up, tray on the humongous belly, watching some recorded ‘Heartbeat’ episodes. It took me a while to work out how to get them running. I’ve got to remember to ask Carer Kara again because there must be a quicker way of doing it than I did.
I nodded off to sleep, so I won’t be going to bed tonight. However, the sleep was much better, believe it or not. And, awakenings were far less than they have been lately. She may have tired herself out with the legions of daytime shocks she issued me with!

I found them… (Smug-Mode Adopted) But it took me nearly 10 minutes, so the Smug-Mode was removed.
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Angela, I was her servant and adorer,
I got made redundant and became poorer,
She ran off with the milkwoman, Nora,
I went to Leeds; I couldn’t afford Bermuda!.
Just thought I’d tell yer, see ya!

TTFN.

 

Inculpatory Inchy: Thursday 25th July 2024

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I can’t really remember anything getting at me today. I had moments of near contentment (they soon faded, but they were very welcome). Things were near normal throughout the day. Carer Carer visiting helped. At times, I thought I was… well, drunk or drugged. There was no reason for my feeling up, and the depressions were rare, short and very mild.
What a change! The day still brought along the Whoopsies and odd Accifauxpas. I even deleted and could not get back one of my Ode word lists. This would typically have had me pulling the hair I have not got, swearing, spitting, and self-hating and loathing my stupidity! Not today!
As I type this (19:00 hrs), I’m so far behind because I had to create another list, but I’m still just plodding on.
I’ve had to buy more toothache killer spray, treats for the nurses & carers, a new shower head, and more AA batteries. My bank account must be the lowest it’s been in years. Yet I plod on with the blog and have got my meal cooking as I type. I’d better go and check on it. It’s all okay, not that I’d have bothered if it wasn’t. It’s as if someone else had taken control of my emotions!
On with Inchy Today…

I had a terrible night’s sleep. I was forever waking up from electric shocks from the ankle or being shaken awake by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley. As I forced myself out of bed (no whoopsies!), I saw the dark urine in the bag. And Carer Christopher arrived, that is how late I was getting up. About 07:15hrs.
Chris took the photos of my warped legs. The right knee was blown up… Not bombed or anything, just swollen (Hehe!) 
There are some new bruises. The ankle ulcer now completely surrounds the right ankle. And the thing that worried Chris was that the lower right leg seemed to have shrunken in. The cause of this beat us both. Even that didn’t get to me! ‘Are you not worried, mate?’ he asked me. I think I said, well if it wasn’t that, it’d be something else going wrong! Laughed and got him a cold drink from the fridge while he selected some nibbles from the carer’s desk. As soon as Chris departed, Window Man Joe arrived to clean the balcony glass. He was in a vague mood. Hope he’s alright.

I got on the computer better late than never, and I deleted a file with my Word list in it. Unworried, I thought it would be in the trash, but no. I spent the next two hours plus making up another one, so nothing was done on the blog itself. I should have been livid-angry. Nope, I just got on with it.
Something must be seriously wrong here.
For this morning’s photo of the sun, I accidentally used the sunset option on Kodak Tim. But it came out quite well, and the blotches were hidden. Hehe! 

I can see the blotches on one of the houses in front of the balcony. Of course, I know where to look for them. Humph! Later in the day, I ordered some more batteries, along with some more toothache serum and treats for the nurses and carers.
I had another search of the computer to see if I could find the word list again, then had the brainwave that I had saved them to the SD card in error. But didn’t find them. However, I did find the missing photo of the other days’ meal. Carer Chris showed me how to access the memory in Kodak Tim. Yee-Ha!
I then started to cook the meal.
As you can see, mushrooms, potatoes, and I had some fun shelling the peas this time. I’ll likely be finding odd peas for the next week or so; I dropped that many. It’s amazing the skill they have finding any nook or cranny to disappear into, isn’t it?
I added liquid smoke and caramelised vinegar to the mushrooms. Later, I discovered I’d taken two photos without the SD card in; thanks to Chris, I can now retrieve them. It’s very late now, I’d get food served up, hoping to be back in the morning, and praying my not getting uprightness stops. It’s just not natural… but I am enjoying it at the moment.

CHANGE OF MOOD COMMENCES!
I went to prepare the fodder and took these Kodak Tim snaps of the view from the kitchen window. After I’d taken the photos, the return to ‘Inchy Normal Mode!’ started.
I dropped the camera, cursed as I bent down to retrieve Kodak Tim, and felt the blood running down inside of my left leg. At least it felt warm, so I knew I’d not died yet, Hehehe! Into the wet room and cleaned up Little Inchies fungal lesion bleed. Applied the Daktacort Cream, howled a mini second, and began the battle to get fresh PPs on. It didn’t go well, and this time I was well-pissed off about it! Which left Cartilage Chloe, no, right Cartilage Carole underneath the swollen disjointed knee cap to give way. I cursed silently, washed up and returned to the meal-making. It took so long that the potatoes that I’d taken out of the oven had gone almost cold. I whipped them into the microwave, got the other foods out, and drained ready peas, seasoned mushrooms, and vegan sausages. I got the potatoes out of the microwave at the optimum timing to make me drop one, which flew across the kitchen, leaving a trail of no-butter butter bits all over the floor. Via a short, sharp burst of a one-legged . I cleaned up the mess, by which time the potatoes had gone cold again. The cursing started, the self-loathing, and the feeling of guilt and uselessness returned. Back to square one!
Amazingly, I enjoyed this concoction.
After demolishing it all quickly, a pot of mandarins in jelly followed. I prefer the mandarin in orange juice, but I spilt it whenever I took the lid off or ate it.
I carefully took this Kodak Tim shot before getting the pots washed up. Carer Chris arrived. I gave him some of the jellies by way of thanking him.

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Climbing onto the donated old hospital air mattress bed, I slipped and banged my already contortedly positioned right knee. I wallowed in that pain and agony that resulted. I reaffirmed my alliance and sympathy with the victims of my incapabilities; , , and . Hoping this would ease some of the suffering being inflicted on me. It didn’t!
Back to my regular moaning, bellyaching, grumbling, grouchy, grousing, miserable, down-at-heel self again!

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Fare Thee All Well!

Incredulous Inchy: Wednesday 24th July 2024

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As I was fighting off the urge to nod back to sleep, my Doreen Dementia-controlled brain spewed forth memories of a dream I felt that I’d been having at the time. It was nothing like the one the night before, and I think it had just started, for there is not much I can recall. But I felt that clear at the time, so I reached for the notepad and pen to write down what I had gleaned. I really believed I was in the old Control Room at Sawley Security. I was sitting at the control desk, recording a check call from a patrolman. Ray was his name and still is, I assume.
In walked the owner, Dave. He had a grim look on his face, it took him a while to speak, I was concerned for him. Finally, he spoke to me: “Gerry, I’ve got to ask you to do something for me, I’ll pay you well, and set you both up in a decent house, but it will be in Aberdeen. He continued, “But my son (which I’m not sure he had in real life) needs the help more than me. You will have to marry him and move North… the only option is for me to kill him, and then you if you refuse me”. I was speechless in the dream. I was mainly concentrating on how I could avoid being killed. He followed up. He’s gone gay; we’ve never had a shirt-lifter in the family! What do you say?  I answered, ‘Alright then, anything to help’… at this moment, I shot awake. It’s not the most thrilling of dreams I appreciate, but I thought I’d just mention it. I’m glad I didn’t have it when working there; it could have made me neurotic. Come think of it, I probably have been mentally emotional and irrational anyway. Hahaha!
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After musing and writing notes of the dream, and hoping things do go in threes, and remember one in the morning… or maybe not.
When Carer Richard came later on, he confirmed the colour as another 7 on the NHS chart.
I had a misleading sensation that Trotskt Terence might be returning. Going by the wind from the rear end and mild gurgling coming from the innards of the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Well, I could not have been more wrong. It was even more painful and slow than yesterday’s visit. The colouring was dark green, bo bits of brown in it this time. The crossword book was attempted, but I didn’t get any answers. The relief when things got freed was boosted because Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, not a drop, and I could see none in the Torpedo. Which was so big that the system needed three tries before it got through on its way to the sewers. Well, I was in there, the wet room, so decided to do the hygiene routine and medicationings.
The lack of bleeding from Harold was amply made up for with the shaving. I had to shave today because Carer Kara was calling, and she was glad I shaved the moustache off. Sorry that I did now. Two little nicks on the cheeks, one on the chin, two on one ear, and one on the other. I foolishly looked at the four-bladed razor and took a minute bit of flesh from my thumb. That bled more than all the others put together. Haha! I left the bloodied cloth soaking in bleach and tropical-scented softener.
Then got the vaccumm out and did the mini-hallway. Made up the four waste bin bags into one.
Off to the kitchen, I poddled; I hit my ankle against the trolley wheel. Swore and cursed and back to the wet room and changed into my long-distance spectacles.
Accidentally giving the door frame a mini-shoulder charge.
Then it was onto the blogging; I was well behind form last night. But catching up was hampered by a few high-voltage stings via and some hefty and lengthy bouts from . Neither eased of for ages; this shattered my already limited concentration, thus creating more lost time with the ever-ready corrections, most of which were found to be wrong later anyway. Humph!

turned up to do the midday checks. I love her and like it when she comes – even when she tells me off, Hehe!
She is coming back later to look at my finances.
I managed to get the Tuesday blog finished and sent off. Then Kara returned. Rang SpecSavers to sort out us paying their Bill, it seems that the spectacles will take two to three weeks to get made. They don’t tell you that in the adverts
 do they? She then changed the Catheter day bag and pouch for me. We had to laugh when she noticed that the right leg below the knee was swollen and to the right of the patella, and the knee had moved to the left?
What next? I told her of the red spring onions, and we had a quick look while she was using the computer for the banking, and found that Morrisons were selling them. So, I said I’d do an order via Amazon with Morrisons for today and get some for her to try. told me that the lifts were down and the fire alarm going again. She said she would not be in tomorrow, but I got them anyway; they will be kept in the fridge for her. Within two hours of Kara leaving, the delivery arrived.
I carried them one at a time into the kitchen and started sorting and photos of the things delivered from Morrison’s.
I started with the fresh stuff. I stopped to prep some of the vegetables that needed cooking: potatoes and mushrooms. I tried a slice of each of the spring onions. The red ones were mild but great, and the white ones burned my throat! For the first time, I got the spuds and mushrooms on a slow boil using this pan. There was a fine selection of fresh stuff. I to battle to make room to get it all in the fridge.
I drained the ice bags and got them into a bag and box. I packed them, ready to ask the next Carer to take them to the waste chute for me. Good timing, too; just as I finished doing this, along came
. I’d not realised how late it was. Gave him a cold can of his choice from the fridge and some nibbles. Medications were given to me. And he had to shoot off. Taking the box and bags with him to the chute for me. Thank you.
As I tucked yet again into the blogging, the Fire Alarm went off again, this time, the General Alarm, not mine. This was followed by several more persistent leg-climbing shocks.
I took a look at the right leg because the pain from the ulcer shocks seemed to have left the whole knee in pain. It was not looking good this time. I appear to be getting some new yellow bruises all over the leg. I tried to take this photo clear enough for you to see that the kneecap has definitely moved inwards. I’ll put some Phorpain on it later. No, I’ll do it now. Well, that hasn’t eased anything. I’ll take an extra Codeine.
Gotten Himmel! It’s 19:55hrs!.
Time to get the nosh sorted, then.
Back in the morning. (Presumably)
I’m back!
I took this evening shot while I was making the evening meal.
Can you see the animal’s face in it? At least the blotches were hidden amongst the clouds.
A Vegan meat pastie, mushrooms, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes with the usual No-Butter butter but no salt tonight rounded off the feast. Fresh raw garden peas and red and white sliced spring onions rounded off the meal. A lemon yoghourt followed.

GO FORTH WITH FRIVOLITY, FINDING FUN & FESTIVITY!

Incredibility Inchy: Tuesday 23rd July 2024

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This Tuesday, I spent an awful lot of time with one-moment brainwaves like Tweedledee and Tweedledum, interspersed with times of them battling away at each other and having disagreements. Trying to identify what or which was the best option, choice, or course of action that needed responding to in favour of one or the other seemed to conjure up an unrecognised third-party decision-maker option. This made any conclusions or direction-making all but impossible. I just thought I’d mention it.
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My carer said the urine colour was a five or 6 on the NHS scale card.
Kara later put a new sleeve onto the catheter bag for me.
I decided to treat myself to an early-awakening mug of the superb Thompson’s Punjana tea. (One more is allowed today, Tsk!)
I got Kodak Tim and took these three photographs on the right of the morning view from the kitchenette window.
They had, of course, the usual scattered blotches on each one.

Then off to the wet room.
ruled the Porcelain Throne visit again. I swear the evacuation monster torpedo, freed at great effort and pain, had a worry-making green tinge embedded. After washing, no shave, I realised that I had none of the underarm and man-breast red blotch ointment. I asked Kara later, she is going to order them later for me. đź‘Ť
While urging the evacuation to start, I photographed areas that needed my attention for cleaning duties. There were plenty to choose from. The evacuation kick-off resisted all my efforts to get it to move. I even had time to have a go at the crossword.

I got on the computer to start updating the blog.
When Carer Richard arrived, he decided not to put on the diabetic socks because the leg and ankle both looked a lot better. I agreed. He had issued the medication, and off home he went, a tired-looking carer. 
As I returned to the computer, the intercom sounded,  reminding me that the Asda order was due today. I’d forgotten all about it coming.  Yes, me, forgetting. Haha!
The deliveryman kindly put the food into carriers and boxes for me. Getting them into the kitchen was more effort-taking and produced some strong, heavy breathing for me, but I soon set about sorting out the foods after a minute’s rest. I made a cock-up with ordering the large pie, I didn’t realise it was frozen, and there was not room in the freezer to store it. I double-wrapped it and got it into the big waste bag. Putting the things away in the fridge, even I was surprised at how many items I found that were out of date. So many, that a few dates that I could not read even with the magnifying glass, I added them all to the big waste bag. It freed up a little room, but the freezer took the frozen potatoes, not the slightest chance of making any room for the pie. Tsk! For the red spring onions, I have one for Vegan Carer Kara to try. One for me to try. I liked them! The Dutch tomatoes were tasty, too!
I topped up the Carer’s & Nurse’s liquid treats shelves.

Several of then got a grip of me. Whether these were ‘s, or maybe , I don’t know. In fact, the next four hours or so are blanks. Other than I know that called, that’s all of this period I remember. I know she checked the catheter and phoned someone or made two medical-related calls, and I remembered to give her some thanks treats and the red onions. Other scattered bits are undecipherable.

I know I made a meal and photographed it. (In the morning, I  realised I’d left the SD card in the camera!) I’m certain I got my head down early. In the morning, I recalled a bit of the dream. That was for the second day on the trot, I think. It was a truly weird one from days gone by. I’ll dwell on that further in Wednesday’s blog.

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Incontinent Inchy: Monday 22nd July 2024

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Doesn’t yer know that today started so well that I was questioning my own insanity? What a start to this prospectively enlightening, trouble-free, and confidence-returning day! Then I climbed out of the hospital-provided bed, caught the catheter pouch tube against the metal anti-fall bars, and without any hassle or leaks occurring! Fan-bloody-tastic!
The colour of the urine was classified by Carer Richard later, as a seven on the NHS rating colour card. That was a bit of a downer for me. Yet, I found myself whistling, well, I say whistling. I was trying to whistle; it was not easy with me losing another half-tooth to the land of rot and yesterday. Still, I laughed it off; even when Little Inchy’s fungal lesion started to bleed, I kept up my pecker… Honestly!

I’m off to visit the Porcelain Throne and have a stand-up wash and shave. I must remember to ask Warden Deana about getting the shower head mended. Having failed on the Porcelain, I started to have a shave, and I gave myself a little cut.
I put the Kodak Tim in my gown pocket and tried to take a selfie shot of how little the nick was.
The steam from the water blurred it. Shame! That double chin was embarrassing as well!
I then put on the Protection Pants in record time with far less hassle and pain than I usually do. By gum, today is going so well!
Feeling a little perky, I turned to leave the wet room and involuntary shoulder-charged the edge of the door! The response was a bit of bad language and a dip in perkiness!

I took a photo of the morning view from the kitchenette window and put the kettle on to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
Then, I emptied all of the waste bins into one and placed it near the door for the Carer to pick up for me.
As I turned to hobble back to the kitchen to make my tea, guess what?  I against the towel dryer. Now, I was beginning to feel a little riled, ruffled, ratty, almost to the point of getting hacked off.

Carer Richard arrived, and I forgot to ask him yp put my diabetic socks on. Thus, I’ve been having activities from the vicious ‘s via  .
I wish someone could tell me why, although I expect I may know. It’s with. Of course, I could well be wrong about that. You know, I’m becoming something of an expert in getting things wrong these last few years. No effort on my behalf is needed. I was well behind on getting this blog started. So I knuckled down while I knew there were no carers to call and did a pretty lousy job on CorelDraw, and then WordPress kept changing the font on its own accord. I spent about two hours trying to find a cure. I did some risky, easy-to-forget and lose where I was amended in the Settings and Appearance options. But although it accepted my different font in the editing sections, it did not change them on the blog editor. Sometimes, it would be on the Preview. Back to the editor and the old font was back.
Nearing losing my marbles with the frustration, I thought I’d try a different font… and the door chime rang out.
! It was a man and woman (Amelia) from Specsavers checking the eyes. It was, I suppose, perfectly understandable that I forgot they were coming.

Between , supported by   it’s no surprise. They came in, barely hiding their disgust at the state of the room with the bed in it. Their superiority oozed from them as they went through the selling parts of their mission. Q & A’s. Sense of humourless. Prospective future Oligarchs, I think. Anyway, it seems I am cataract-free in both eyes. They think it must be the Glaucoma that’s causing the problems.

Arrived, full of beans. Gave her some nibbles and a drinkie for her kids. No medications were needed; I was too confused to take any after the WordPressing farce. Which is what I returned to after she rushed off on her duties.
It took another four hours of fighting to get the font I wanted to work on. I failed. Now I can’t remember what I’d done to try and get it accepted in the first place. Had enough of this.  Frustration Frank visited.

Now, the persistent painful got as bad and persistent as she’s ever been. Carer Chris came, and I’m blown if I can recall much of the visit. I certainly didn’t make any notes on the pad, which indicates to me, that I possibly had some or most likely a or two.

Tired out now, but still messing about trying to sort out the changing font issue. Sod it, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and enjoyed it. Oh, I’ve just realised I’ve not had a Porcelain Evacuation all day!

If a need for food develops, then I might have an evacuation. I have more eyes and shoots to remove from the potatoes before putting them in the oven.
I took these pictures on the left earlier and forgot about them; it could happen to anyone, I say.
But the odds are it’ll be me!

Gorgeous clouds.

Then, I had another go at this blog. I’m not certain what’s happened or happening now.
But I was brought back to reality a smidge when the bloody, costly WordPress package started changing the font again. The obvious reason for this? Me! I doubt I am capable any more!
Amazingly, I grafted away without struggling to see as bad as I usually do in the evenings. I spent hours, most of the time, changing the font back and making errors. Eventually, I gave up. I had to. It’s now 01:45 in the morning.  I’m drained and tired out, and I just smelt the burning potatoes in the oven! Another oven tray to throw away. More potatoes to de-scab and cook again. Which I did, smilingly, happily, contentedly… I speak LYINGLY Hehehe!
I did take these final photos. I hope to stay awake long enough to snap a photo of the potato meal. That is if I don’t get a  or fall asleep and burn these potatoes. I do live well! 

I forgot, Warden Deana called with my change for the foot lady and told me that poor Josie was not the woman we all know in the home she went to after her fall.

Back in the morning… well, it’s morning already, innit.
I made a meal for the third time, and I got to eat instead of burn it.
Nothing fancy, but I was hungry, so I enjoyed it.
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Inconsequential Inchy: Sunday 21st July 2024

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There was just one partial tumble. I did not suffer any injuries or harm, apart from a smidgeon of backache from when I landed. There were no nurses or regular Caregivers. Up until 16:30 hrs, there were no ‘s from either ankle. Then they kicked off big-time but have just ceased to bother me now. The eyes faded a little later than usual, but they are even worse now as I type this. Another late start on the day’s blog. 
The main problems have been the ankle ulcer and repeated periods of being Out-Of-It, Cogniscent Impairment and Mind Blanks or Non-Epilectic Seizures. I had one when Carer Israel came, but he was aware of my problems and handled it politely. Another Carer called, and I was deep out of it. I think he called 111 about the leg ulcer for me. But I’m hoping he will call again later so that I can find out what, if anything, was arranged and if I am to do anything?  I just can’t gain any memory with any clarity over the visit. He was caring, I reckon. But I cannot remember him leaving either. Oh, dearie me! Alu was here such a long time too, trying to get me sorted out.
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Not a good start.
But then, whenever is it?

Bags sorted out.

Blogging for several hours, and Carer Israel arrived, on his way home, last call. Did a good job with the diabetic socks, and put some cream on my ankle first. Treated him.

Pressed on with the blogging. Taking the above photos of the view in-between moments of with-it and Out-of-it. 

I lost several hours when Carer Ayu came. I was just not with it, and I am still unsure if I have to do anything about the ankles he phoned up about. He creamed the ankles again and gave Back-Pain-Brenda a dose of Phorpain killer salve. 

I espied the laundry that Carer Chris returned for me last night.
Got dressing gowns and nightshirts hung up.

Even more rubbish was cleaned up. My mind was getting me to do the blog, but Doreen Dementure rather wanted me to start other jobs and forget about them, and others started.

Afternoon clouds as the sun disappeared, although it did fight its way through again later.

I came across an SD card in the drawer and looked at what was on it. I found three very sad photos and felt so sorry I’d looked at them now.
My old neighbour Josie ♥, as I took her her Sunday lunch. 
Some drinkies and nibbles. I used to look forward to doing this every Sunday for her. Sadly, Josie took a tumble and broke her hip. I wanted to find out which home she’d be taken to so I could somehow visit her once a week. ♥ But it’s a secret, and I am not allowed to visit her. Why, no one knows.

Sister Jane’s Mr Fooey! ♥.
I think he was 17 when he passed away. I cried as I recall.
He was nearly blind and deaf, had liver problems and yet he was the gentlest cat I’ve known. ♥
This is mugging’s me. But why was I so sad to see this selfie I took by accident in the lift? I used to go out with the trolley, walk over the road, up through my beloved tree copse, down to Mansfield, and into Sherwood to get my shopping. Then, back down to Winchester Street Hill, ascend back to the flats, and get into the lift. I look fresh in this photo, too. It was never a problem to get out. Now, I even need help getting dressed, but mind you, I don’t often get it, even when I’m going to the hospital. I started to mope a little. Carer Aju arrived to cheer me up a smidgeon. But as I got some Lamburgers cooking, my spirits and memories of these three photos got to me.
This suddenly reminded me that I had not had a wash and shave today, but I didn’t seem bothered now. It’s a risky thing to do with the eyes so bad. So, I closed down the computer and made a nosh of sorts: a burger on rolls and tomatoes.
Accompanied by the pathetic blues.

I think I’ve used this one before. Sorry!

Back in the morning folks, I hope.
What a rotten-in-and-out-it day.

I’m back…

My meal feast

Carer Richard arrived. Late call. He took off the diabetic socks. Painkiller given me. He was here a while, I think. But I was in an Out-of-It condition. I think I got into the hospital bed before he left… Confusion Conrad again.


I’m sure I was in bed and suddenly got up to wash the meal-making and eating items. I think this photo was found on the camera in the morning, with blotches included.

Could I get to sleep? No, not for ages!
I had no defence against the haunting onrush of. I played about with the hospital bed’s controls and eventually found a more comfy position. But it didn’t help. Steve instilled hatred, self-lambasting, and feeling sorry for myself. It took me hours before I eventually nodded off.
Humph!

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TTFNski, each!